Esquiva da Esgrima [English translation]

Talking too much sours the gum

Call an ambulance and teach this fool

To respect our principles

There’s more God to give than y’all in a chamberpot

Back in the day, words settled things out

An exchange of ideas

Respect was enough

Money is vile, uncle-managed, virile instincts

The AR-15’s loaded and the boys carry rifles

From Grajaú to Curuzú, for the immigration, my people are mules

My inspirations are Black Alien, Ferréz, not Tia Augusta

Minimal, lyrical verse from an oneiric universe

Every crook has an empirical knowledge

Rap is strong, better believe it, "oui, Monsieur" (Yes, sir)

Perrenoud, Piaget, Sabotá: Enchanté (Enchanted/nice to meet you)

It’s 'cause I’m a son of Cearenses

The caatinga punishes and my people have hot blood

Get shipwrecked, follow the north star

By the blessin’s of Father Cícero and the lyrics of Edi Rock

Shutting the lunatics' mouths,

Because those who shower in hatred give off the scent of death

Today there are no lips to be kissed

There's no soul to be cleansed

There’s no life to be lived

But there’s money to be counted

In a suit and tie, your father to please

Your daughter to take into the world to get lost

It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you

It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for

Today there are no lips to be kissed

There's no soul to be cleansed

There’s no life to be lived

But there’s money to be counted

In a suit and tie, your father to please

Your son to take into the world to get lost

It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you

It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for

A ball to kick, a country to sink

A generation that doesn’t just want weed to smoke

Milianos, bad smells and disillusion

Each baton is a whip to a trunk

Bushels, Brazilian latifundia

In showers of smoke, only vinegar quenches thirst

New packages for the same old interests

The Right’s hook turned the Left into fish

Osiris look after me, keep me away from Diabolyn

You don’t have a motorcycle, you don’t get to be in the photo

Mobylettes with dream motors

He tried to flee, I saw what happened

No helmet, he fell, God's help and carry on

It’s the fencing dodge, the forgotten tear

The color of my skin, I know, some criticize it

Because serpents are to apples

What the apple reflects to the media

Abel had a brother

But Cain had the malice

Today there are no lips to be kissed

There's no soul to be cleansed

There’s no life to be lived

But there’s money to be counted

In a suit and tie, your father to please

Your daughter to take into the world to get lost

It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you

It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for

Today there are no lips to be kissed

There's no soul to be cleansed

There’s no life to be lived

But there’s money to be counted

In a suit and tie, your father to please

Your son to take into the world to get lost

It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you

It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting

• Artist:Criolo
• Album:Convoque Seu Buda (2014)